Qiao Zi was a bit surprised, but saw Sheng Jianan look at her and shift his body slightly: "You’re here? Let’s go back to the hotel."
Whether it was due to Qiao Zi getting into the car, the woman who was almost sticking to Sheng Jianan moved back a little.
The car quickly arrived downstairs at the hotel. Qiao Zi got out of the car, just about to help Sheng Jianan out, when she heard a sweet voice: "Assistant Qiao, no need to trouble you, Mr. Sheng just asked to bring him back."
Qiao Zi frowned in surprise. Who was this woman standing before her, and what was her purpose? Qiao Zi was well aware that Sheng Jianan never treated such forward won kindly, yet today he actually let her bring him back?
Could it be that he was really drunk?
As she was pondering, she suddenly saw Sheng Jianan raise his hand to pinch the woman’s chin. His lips carried a deep smile, cold as ice.
"Want to escort upstairs?"
"Mr... Mr. Sheng..."
"Do you know what consequences there would be if you escorted upstairs?"
"Know... don’t... don’t know."
Sheng Jianan increased the force in his hand, pinching the other painfully, but she didn’t dare to speak.
"If you escort upstairs, my wife will be unhappy. If you upset my wife, do you know what will happen?"
Saying this, Sheng Jianan leaned forward slightly, the thick sll of alcohol lingering in her ear: "If she’s unhappy, I’ll make sure you’re unhappy for the rest of your life."
After saying this, the man’s smile disappeared, he blandly retracted his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it, and casually threw it in the nearby trash can.
"There’s a bottle of water on the back seat, watch her drink it."
Leaving these words, Sheng Jianan didn’t pause at all, stepping into the hotel.
The woman with the exquisite makeup was already pale. Qiao Zi, following Sheng Jianan’s instructions, took the water bottle from the back seat and spoke coldly: "Miss, please!"
"No... no, I won’t drink it."
"Miss, the president’s instructions must be followed."
Qiao Zi, being shrewd, could already guess what was going on.
This water bottle wasn’t Sheng Jianan’s; it could only belong to this person. Specifically asking her to drink it, and now her reaction clearly indicated there was sothing in the water.
Watching that person drink it all, one sip at a ti, Qiao Zi felt cold inside. Previously, anyone trying to climb into Sheng Jianan’s bed would only be thrown out, but now it seems their president had beco tougher.
The woman in front was wearing an off-shoulder dress with a pair of long, bare legs. It was so cold now, it wouldn’t be easy to call a car here, and even if it were, she didn’t seem to have brought any money, not to ntion the water...
Just before, she was worried that Sheng Jianan was really drunk, but now seeing how thorough his sche was, what kind of drunkenness was this?
Even so, Qiao Zi still went to bring Sheng Jianan a cup of tea, only to see him holding a phone and laughing, not knowing what he was looking at.
He looked just... silly-happy!
Qiao Zi placed the tea in front of him: "President, rest early, good night."
"Wait."
"Do you have any other instructions?"
Sheng Jianan raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiao Zi, then smiled again and spoke: "What does it an if a woman has spent a man’s money?"
"What?"
"Doesn’t it an that her relationship with this man is not ordinary? Doesn’t it an that this man has a place in her heart?"
Qiao Zi: "!!!"
So he’d been amused all this ti, just because soone spent his money?
Assistant Qiao felt like crying, what kind of logic is this? Spending his own money and being so happy, truly being rich and willful?
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